The Capricorn’s Desire

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Beneath the calm of mountain stone,
Lies a fire that’s theirs alone.
A Capricorn, with steady grace,
Builds desire in slow embrace.

A Fortress of Control
Their walls stand high, their gates are sealed,
A careful guard of what’s concealed.
But dare to climb, to press, to plead,
You’ll find the fire their walls impede.

Their hands, like sculptors, firm yet kind,
Trace every curve, each touch aligned.
Fingers warm, their grip precise,
A burn that chills—a blend of ice.

The Passion of the Earth
They guide you, steady, to the peak,
Where trembling souls and passion speak.
Each kiss, a promise, firm yet slow,
Each moan, a story they let flow.

A spark erupts from steady ground,
A lover’s flame, once lost, now found.
They take control, they lead, they tame,
Until you’re crying out their name.

Practical Yet Passionate
They love with purpose, each touch aligned,
A careful plan, a master’s design.
No move is wasted, no moment stray,
They build desire the Capricorn way.

Each whispered sigh, each tender trace,
A calculated act of grace.
Yet passion breaks where logic bends,
A fire controlled, but never ends.

The Wild Beneath the Surface
And when their fire breaks through the frost,
You’ll find your sanity is lost.
Their power builds, their heat expands,
Your body bound by their command.

Would you endure the climb for bliss,
And taste the flame behind their kiss?
For once they claim your trembling form,
You’ll crave their heat, their endless storm.

Ambition in Intimacy
They conquer days, they own the night,
With steadfast grip and fierce delight.
Their love ascends, their passion grows,
Through every peak their hunger shows.

Through whispered nights and fevered cries,
Their love ascends where pleasure lies.
Each climax builds, a steady climb,
To heights untouched by fleeting time.

The Mountain’s Legacy
To love a Capricorn, you must ascend,
Through steady paths that twist and bend.
And once you reach their final peak,
You’ll find the stars, the truths you seek.

For they are earth, both firm and wild,
The sculptor’s hand, the tempest’s child.
And in their arms, a lover’s bliss—
A lasting flame, a timeless kiss.